Dragoncrest Cliffs and i will grow like you

She is reminded of the Steltrona—an impressive brute—and she nods her head. He is easy to get along with and she can see his use in the pack. Whether or not she knows his story, however, is to be seen from another thread. In the meantime, she listens as she lists the few wolves they have left. She has not met the ones mentioned but she is curious about her brother, the name familiar from someone in their past—at least with Thuringwethil—and it does not surprise her.
 
“Of course. Like I said, I am here to help you. Not just the transition to leader, but whatever you need.” Perhaps it is too much to mention that she would die for her leader, regardless of who holds the title. She does not want to overwhelm the girl any more than she is. “Upheaval is never fun. When Seageda fell apart, before Heda came here… it was chaos and difficult to understand. Only a few wolves knew and they no longer exist,” explains Helix, still feeling a tender spot in her chest for her birthplace but perhaps being near the sea will help ease those long buried tensions.